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Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who has read my story, I hope that you enjoy this chapter and that it answers any questions that you may have!
Chapter three:
The next day:
"Half way there" I tell myself as I unpack. "After this, all that needs to be done is decorating my room and enrolling me in school. I hate starting new schools, you don't know anyone so it's always really awkward, I wish I could have stayed at my old school, but then I wouldn't have Dad, but then again I would have Mum, but she's sick so it wouldn't be the same." As I fish around the bottom of my suitcase searching for stray socks, I feel something smooth and crisp. I pull it out, and discover that it's Mum's letter to Dad. "Whoops" I can't help but think, I was supposed to give that to Dad yesterday. I shrug my shoulders and stand up "Better late than never." I walk out my room and into the living room; Dad's watching TV as usual.
"Um, Dad this is for you" I say handing him the letter
"Oh thanks Becky" he replies with curiosity in his voice. He opens the letter and starts to read. His emotions change drastically at different points of the letter; from reminiscing, to sadness, to shock, to anger and then he finally settles on acceptance.
"Do you know?" he asks, I nod in response. "Are you okay?"
"I've been better." I respond "Not trying to intrude or anything but apart from the obvious what else did she put in there?" I ask out of curiosity nervously.
"It's ok Becky, you have a right to know." Tony reassures me as he hands me the letter, it read;
"My dearest Tony, I know you do not understand why I never told you about our daughter, but you have to understand we were growing further and further apart as we chased our dreams. If we stayed together we would have broken each other's hearts, it was not our time. Becky became my dream; I could not let you lose yours. I know that she may have become your dream as well, but you have so much to give, you could not throw that away.
Tony I know that I hurt you, and trust me I still hurt at times, but I need you to look after Becky now. She does not understand the true reason of why I sent her to live with you… Tony I have cancer and it's getting to a critical stage. I need you to look after her while I go through treatment, I don't want her to see me go through it. I've already seen it first hand with my father. I can't let her feel like that too. It won't be good for her. She may be strong on the outside but she crumbles on the inside until it lets loose, just like you Tony. Please look after our little girl, and remind her every day that I love her so much.
Yours forever,
Wendy"
I sat there for a moment letting it all sink in; "Mum never said it was critical, she said that she was lucky that it was found in its early stages. Was she lying to me? Or has it just got worse? Will she get better?" all those questions were whizzing round my head when an unusual one appears "When did Mum and Dad meet?" It confuses me how such a topic could have sprung into mind, and then I realise it's been there all along, I just never asked.
"Um Dad, when did you and Mum meet?"
"Oh" Dad says he really was not expecting that one, he was expecting tears, but then he realises, that's what Mum was talking about I really do keep thing bottle up. He sees no problem in telling me the tale of how they met so he starts the story.
"When your Mum and I were young we had totally different paths we were following, and it was really just by fate that we met. You see I had just got the job of being a homicide detective in Baltimore, and your Mother on a visa studying to become a music teacher at Johns Hopkins University which is also in Baltimore."
"So did you just run into each other in the street?" I ask eagerly.
"I wish the circumstances were that pleasant. No, on my morning off I had to work, which kind of defeats the point of having the morning off if you ask me. I was called in because a body had been found in our due restrictions. It turned out that he was one of your Mother's professors, and I took her statement, and well after the case was solved and we captured the murderer, who turned out to be the wife, surprise, surprise, your Mum and I dated for a while and eventually after about a year and a half got engaged..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Did you just say you were engaged?" I interrupt him slightly in shock.
"What didn't you know?"
"Nuh-hu" I reply. Tony quiet laughs in disbelief
"Sounds about right" he says shaking his head.
"Why?" I ask
"Well your Mum tends to keep a lot of secrets, take yourself for example." Tony replies "And you'll find out twelve years down the line in an email that the secret was kind of important." My mega-watt grin starts when he says this. "What he asks" curious about my sudden smile.
"I'm important" I say in a childish boast
"Yes indeed you are" Tony smiles "So important that there's a very special school waiting for you." My smile immediately drops of my face.
"Aww, but can't I have another week?" I beg.
"Nope you've got two days of freedom 'cause you're starting on Monday"
"But Dad!" I protest.
"No buts, you're going and that's final." Tony says as he ends the argument
"Fine but when am I getting my uniform?" Tony smiles at this comment which I find confusing.
"Don't you know anything about America? Schools here don't have uniforms sweetheart."
"Oh" I say slightly stumped "Can we go shopping then 'cause I don't have anything to wear?"
"Sure, I'll just get ready; shall we leave in half an hour?"
"Yeah, that sounds great Dad."
Half an hour later and we're in the car driving to the shopping centre or the 'mall' as it's called here. Once we are parked we hit the shops. I found loads of stuff, but my favourite had to be a blue dress I found which came with black leggings. It fitted me perfectly and wasn't very expensive so Dad happily bought it. Dad also bought me tops, jeans, and even a gray duffle styled coat for when the weather turned cold. After all the shopping we could manage we headed back to the car. On our walk back I took in the scenery I almost missed a beautiful shop full of household furnishings.
"Dad"
"Yeah sweet-pea"
"Can we go in that shop?" I say pointing in the direction of the shop which had captured my attention
"Yeah sure, but we can't stay in there too long ok."
"Thanks Dad"
Inside the shop was incredible; there were beautiful wooden bookcases and desks, fairytale daybeds, and fantastic wacky ornaments. Who would have know it, but I was in heaven. My Dad as I noticed was also enjoying the shop, but it was for a different reason, he was 'talking' to the shop assistant, who I have to say was very pretty. As I walk round I find pieces of furniture that would be perfect in my room, but something is missing… the bedding. So I walk over to the bedding section and I am amazed to say the least there had to be thousands of different sheets, and pillow covers. After a short while my Dad and the shop assistant come over to help me. The woman introduces herself as Sarah and starts to help me go through the products…
"What's your favourite colour?" she asks
"Blue and yellow" I reply immediately
"Well, I know a set which you would probably like, but it's only in blue." She says, "Would you like to see it anyway?"
"Yeah, sure"
She walks over to her desk, pulls out a book and starts flicking through the pages.
"Here it is." She says when she found it.
"Wow!" was all I could say it was perfect, it was colourful and cool, I knew immediately that it was what I had been searching for.
"Dad can I have it" I ask in a bitter sweet voice
"How much is it?" Tony asks with a sigh
"It's currently on sale, so the whole price including the lampshade and cushions is $350" Sarah answers
"Please Dad it's perfect" I beg
"Just 'cause it's you sweetheart." He replies with a wink and hands over his credit card.
"Would you like us to deliver it?" Sarah asks whilst tapping buttons on the till
"Nahh, I'm sure we can carry it." Tony replies
"Oh okay then." Sarah says as she collects their purchase and hands back Tony's credit card. Even I could tell she was slightly disappointed that she would not see Tony again. Sarah hands us the bags and we walk out the door.
"No more shops." Dad declares
"Agreed, my hands feel like their goanna drop off!"
After we dumped everything in the car, we remembered that we needed paint for my room, but Dad said we could get it from a shop closer to home. When we arrived at the shop, I knew exactly what colour I am getting, a light turquoise.
"Is this colour ok?" Dad asks
"Nope, it's way too dark. Think light." I remind him. After a few minutes I spot it "Dad I've found it!" I yell
"Here let me get it" he says after he notices me on my tiptoes, "Which colour is it?"
"Crystal Surprise" I reply
"Here you go." He says grabbing a large pot "Come on lets pay for this so we can go home."
I thought that you might like to see some of Becky's stuff:
For these links to work put this in front and replace the stuff in brackets with its symbol: http(colon)/www(dot)hm
Becky's favourite dress:
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Becky's new coat:
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Thanks for reading =)